You paint with a midnight pallet Mr. Funk, but you put the only color into a very dark place. I don't know if there's hope -- exactly -- in your story. In it's end. But I think from where I stand that's what I'd call it. Maybe love. Maybe that too. Maybe a purer love than most of us will ever know. I know I walked away from this better than when I started it. Thanks for shining that light into a dark place Matthew.